I hope you are all enjoying your Sunday.
I thought my confessions today should have a theme...and because I don't have much else to confess at the moment I decided to do a little time travel and tell you some things about my childhood.
I would say I was almost as bad-ass as this pretty cool lion here. I was fearless and lawless, my life as a six-year old could not have been more dangerous. See for yourself.
I was a thief.
A pretty cold blooded one. I went to the hair dresser with my Mom. I had to wait. I got bored. I read a magazine. I found a cool iron-on picture in the magazine and decided that I would love to have a t-shirt with this bad ass kitty cat on it. Fearless as I was I got the picture out of the magazine with my sweaty hands and put it in my coat. I felt so adventurous.
When we got home I got so scared and felt so guilty that I started to cry and told my Mom everything. She laughed at me but let me bring it back the next day. They let me keep it.
I was a rowdy.
When I was in Grundschule (German elementary school) my friend Susi and I beat up the school bully together because he was always mean to a friend of us. Needless to say, we won.
I was dirty.
One of my best friends in Grundschule had a huge mud hole behind his house. We spent every afternoon in there. Every time my Dad picked me up from there he had to wrap me in a blanket because I was too dirty to be transported in the car without protection.
I was wounded.
I don't know how I did that but I always succeeded in hurting myself. I often came back home bleeding from several wounds. But I can proudly say that I never had a broken bone. A concussion, yes. But no broken bone.
I was fearless but not heartless.
I always loved animals and my parents and I offered our home to lots of homeless animals in need. I rescued a cat from an abusive guy in our town, a bird from the street. Animals rock.
Do you have something to confess? Happy Sunday!